The Kit Kat Club

Continuing the story started in the previous post, so we arrived at this quiet strip club smack in the middle of silicon valley. Surprisingly, there were quite a few cars outside. A few shady-looking guys smoking near the entrance, and a few ladies dressed in quite out-of-place clothing also taking a break outside. I thought they were patrons at first and didn't really pay attention, but I guess they worked there.

Anyway, admission was $20, the guy didn't ask us for IDs or anything. We went in, those of us who haven't been in one before had quizzical, anticipatory expressions, wondering what's it's like. Well, didn't take long to find out.

The entire place was maybe 3/4 the size of a basketball court. It was dark, and a conference table-type platform with three poles on it was the focus of attention. On it, a stripper took centerstage, sashaying to the music while slowly undressing. Men ranging from their early 20s to late 50s sat around the platform, most of whom were silent, eyes raptly staring at the dancer. There were additional tables around the stage, and the people sitting there were more relaxed and seemed to be talking. It was... an eye-opener. I mean, I didn't know strippers took everything off (duh).

Whoever sat at the table would put dollar bills in front of him for the dancer to come closer and give him some special attention (nothing sketchy, no touching, just more suggestive movements in thanks for the tip). A voice emanating from surrounding speakers introduced the current stripper by name, describing her experience in the field, eliciting applause from the audience. A couple of them were pretty good, (I know what you're thinking) and in a non-sketchy way if one can believe my opinion. I mean, one has to be pretty athletic to gracefully hang upside down on a metal pole.

To the ladies, I guess it was just a job. They walked around, talking to guests and chatting as if it was the most natural thing in the world, strolling around in scanty lingerie, chatting and laughing with the people there. There might have been one or two lady customers, too.

Lonely male engineers, mostly, I'd imagine, with nowhere to go on a Friday night. There were some weird characters, too. There was an empty seat at the stage beside a gentleman in his 50s, so I sat there after getting booted from an unused section (there was another stage in an adjacent section but that was unoccupied. Guess the Kit Kat club had seen better days). Anyway, he immediately gave me a disgusted look and walked away. I wondered if I'd violated some unspoken rule.

Anyway, the long and short of it was, we approached the two most fetching ladies and asked them if they could give H a lapdance each. Of course they agreed ($60 per person) and H had a blast. I could hear him chatting and laughing with the two ladies from across the room. Apparently they congratulated him on getting married and teased him about going to the club. Nice people, not sleazy at all.